The News (at Virginia Tech)

The battled door
and splintered glass
are now as silent
as the man who took 32,
like shooting targets in a range,
for the pictures they did not draw
and the speeches they did not make.

My eyes popped
like the guns that drowned
the girl in her blood
on the floor and put a hole
in the mouth of another.
My head whirled
with the screams
of kids choking
to leave the burial ground.

The hows and whys
drilled at my brain
like a rusted nail.
I tried but could not stop
my eyes,
my ears
or my mind
from puking.